This past weekend we kicked off summer into full force. Sometimes I get made fun of for planning everything to a T, but honestly, it’s generally the only way to make sure things happen. Weekend time is precious, and if I don’t take advantage of it, it’ll pass by quickly before yet another Monday rolls around.
I, obviously, have a lot of summer plans. Some are time sensitive (as in the events only occur on certain dates), others take a longer duration, and the rest take some coordination with friends. If I don’t make a schedule, I’m sure to regrettably miss the summer fun I so desperately cherish.
After a Friday at home sick, I spent this weekend:
along the beach in our neighborhood (stopping for a sandwich at Jackson Market)
flying a kite (marking our volleyball territory)
tending to our garden (two Texas bluebonnets from a pack of seeds my mother sent me)
trying a new brunch spot (the Norwegian + pain perdu at Meet in Paris)
walking in the evenings (to every meal, with Kipling)
practicing weekly yoga (Yin Yoga with Massage at Red Diamond Yoga – not pictured)
playing sand volleyball (before being wiped out by the massive waves)